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The city of Sana'a was fast asleep when the moon rose slowly from its hiding spot behind a thick cloud. It hovered over the city, illuminating the empty streets and courtyards of several houses. The only sound which could be heard for miles around was the echoing cries of the crickets as they lurked about in the shadows.
One street in particular did not conform to this standard, as thirty men marched out into the street. They leaned against the wall as they waited for their leader to emerge, although they all looked as alert as robbers about to enter someone's house.
Which was exactly who they were.
Before them, three small crates were arranged on top of each other. One of the men sat on them, his hands folded in front of him.
"This is madness." he whispered, though they all hea
